Raekwon - Where You At? lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Let's go, kid [Raekwon] Something's in the attic, d** on me, thugs gettin' Bubbly, let's pop, surround the block, looking lovely Extra nine glindin' on me, women who barely know me Swarm me, f*ggots try to front, blow me Aiyo, I'm from the soul bluntly, we in them H2's coolin' Want me, try to k** a kid, bring your country Son's nice with rifles, white fools, white dudes Jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to bump me A glow like Willie Bostic, I do the knifework job, yeah Rappers sprint, clap 'em, this is our 'jects Who taught ya'll n***as, it was the kid with the tarantula Tinted up, extortin' ya'll monthly Crabs in a bucket, rap, f** it, yo, go get your handgun I'd rather shoot yo' a** in public, you ain't a Air Force boss You a hoster, frontin' like me on your poster Now ya'll n***as f**in' with my ones We need to battle for cattle, acts, boats, art and crafts Scalpals, thumb rings, dick, be careful f**in' with Staten Island's heartless Son of all flames, God guard frames, catch me with the Starks kid The authentic Ghost, we on the golf course, with rentin' boats Eagles on, feastin' with bigger GOATs Come take it in blood, dare any thug to re-up What, we gon' keep it on the hush [Chorus 4X: ?] In the clubs, where you at? In the clubs, where you at? Open paperchasing, on the low getting trapped [Raekwon] Aiyo, drove into the water like bait, the ocean was dark The moon lit, swimmin' to the bottom to get to the sink We on n***as, and we comin' boy, talk with ya gun Me, I'm ready, and I'm ready with cake, yea Flawless, more powerful horses, the kid flow naucious Everybody gettin' weeded, we all for this Armored tank style, moving in ranks Hundred that'll rock for me, still k** you, over your men b**h Skiing in Alaska, half the man, half Casper Runnin' with wolves, the bulls look nastier Silencer, each is thee least, will k** on Easter Ya'll gon' get it, wait til we get creased up Nothin' but, rapid fire, livewire, brand new trees Burn 'em up, they respectin' your street, cousin We gon' bring it to every label, pay attention, ya'll Cuban is back, now put that on a gla** table [Chorus 4X]